Batwoman, aka Kate? Kane told Roy a lot about this "Fallen Knight", and handed Roy all the information she currently has at hand, and also said that he would not relax his continued investigation of this Fallen Knight.

Although it turns out that Batwoman is not the real murderer of the body at the water filtration plant, the investigation is not worthless. At least Roy had found a mysterious new opponent, and he instantly became interested in the Fallen Knight, and set out to gather any information about the new vigilante that Batwoman said had only recently started his activities.

But as a result, nothing was found.

Kate? Kane tells him that the Fallen Knight has a squad called the "Stigmators", which is also made up of people with special talents. However, there is very little information about the Fallen Knight herself or her team of stigmatists, which can be obtained from the newspaper media. They haven't been around for long, and they've kept a low profile, so there's still no clue to point to them.

Time flies by so uneventfully, and in the blink of an eye, Christmas is coming.

Christmas is one of the most important holidays in Americans, even in a city like Gotham. The city seems to have finally lit up, with more and more Christmas trees on the streets, neon lights flashing in all corners of the city, and the dark city suddenly looks colorful and colorful.

During the Christmas season, the crime rate in the crime capital always drops considerably. Because many criminals also have families and need to be reunited with their families and relatives, even if many are visiting relatives in prison. Giving holidays to subordinates has also become an unwritten tradition of the Gotham gang, although the holidays are always short.

In his previous life, Roy almost never cared about the Spring Festival, and when did he care about Christmas? This year, he was also unimpressed with the holiday, and his original plan for Christmas Eve was to spend it buried in unsolved cases. But the difference this year is that he is not alone this time.

"Relax, it's Christmas!" Barbara advised Roy, "If you don't work for a day or two, the earth won't stop." ”

"What about Christmas?" Roy asked indifferently, "So what should I do?" ”

"Look at how everyone else spends Christmas." "Spend time with your family, do something you love, and relax." ”

"You know, Gotham City doesn't have any family for me. As for what I like to do," Roy shrugged, "I'm doing what I like if you're not interfering with me." ”

Barbara was speechless for a moment, but couldn't find a rebuttal.

At that moment, her cell phone rang.

"Hello? Father? Oh, I know, I'll go in a moment oh, don't pick me up, I can go by myself"

Speaking of this, she suddenly paused, as if she had an idea: "Oh, wait a minute, Dad." Roy said he doesn't have any relatives in Gotham, what do you think of him spending Christmas with us? ”

Roy looked up in surprise and stared at her.

"Okay, then I'll come with him now."

"Wait, why don't I remember when I said yes?"

"What's the politeness? Come on. Come on, it's just a Christmas party, how do you know it's not interesting if you haven't tried it? Just accompany me, as a partner who has helped you so much, can you also help me with this? ”

Unable to endure her soft grinding and hard bubbles, Roy sighed, and finally put down the case file in his hand.

The party was held at Director Gordon's home, which was also a traditional custom of the Gordon family. Their family has lived in this house in Gotham City for so many years, and after many years of ups and downs, only Director Gordon is still living here.

Standing in front of the white-walled, red-roofed house, Roy felt uneasy. He didn't feel too nervous even when he broke into the heavily guarded military base single-handedly, but felt a little uneasy at the door of such a residential building.

Commissioner Gordon eagerly welcomed Roy to their house party. After a warm hug between Barbara and her father, the two cooked together for a sumptuous dinner.

"Some whiskey?" At the table, Gordon asked as he shook his bottle at Roy.

Roy smiled slightly: "No, thank you, I don't drink, it's easy to affect my thinking." ”

Barbara snatched the bottle and poured him a full glass of whiskey without saying a word: "It doesn't hurt to give your brain a break tonight, right?" ”

Roy smiled wryly, and accepted it by default.

Gordon raised his glass: "Merry Christmas." ”

The two also raised their glasses: "Merry Christmas." ”

After putting down the wine glass, Gordon couldn't help but sigh: "The last time there were three people in the family had Christmas was how many years ago." ”

"Dad"

Gordon interrupted Barbara and said, "I went to see your brother today, little James. ”

"How is he?"

"The same old way." Gordon took a long sip of his drink, "Silent and completely ignorant of me." ”

Roy asked, "What's wrong with him?" ”

Barbara and Director Gordon looked at each other and said, "My brother is in the Arkham Asylum. ”

"Oh." Roy answered, not asking any more.

Locked up in Arkham is certainly not your average mentally ill, and Arkham is held by mentally ill people who have serious criminal tendencies or have a record of homicide. Since he was locked up in Arkham, so must be Barbara's brother, which is why neither Barbara nor Jim wanted to mention it, so Roy didn't ask much.

"Well, can we stop dwelling on these unpleasant topics?" Barbara said, "It's Christmas, let's say something pleasant." For example, Dad, how are you quitting smoking? ”

"Excellent." "My baby girl can't wait to tell me not to smoke ten times a day, and every once in a while she comes to inspect it herself, just like my mother, and every time my cigarette is hidden or hidden, it will always be discovered by our little detectives, so I think it works very well." ”

"Not exactly." Roy interjected coldly.

The two looked at him in surprise, only to see Roy silently pull out a pack of freshly opened cigarettes and place them on the dining table.

Director Gordon saw this pack of cigarettes, and his face was a little embarrassed: "This can't be"

"Forgive me for my presumptuousness, I wandered around while you were in the kitchen." Roy explained, "And then your bed, to be precise, the layer underneath the futon caught my attention. I was expecting to find something else, like a mobile phone that Batman left for you or something, but I didn't expect it."

"You hid the last pack of cigarettes in the wire mesh of the bed board?" Barbara asked, reproachfully looking at her father.

Gordon smiled wryly and spread his hands: "Okay, okay, I'm defeated." Well, I should say it's not surprising at all, have you even found out in a place like this? ”

Roy shrugged, "I'm just better at finding things." ”

"This makes me understand why my baby daughter hasn't been soaked by you yet, it's hard for you to get a girlfriend like this." Gordon took a sip of his wine and said.

Barbara blushed: "Dad, what are you talking about, we are just partners." ”

"Oh, Xiaoba, do you still want to hide this kind of thing from your father?" Gordon laughed, "I saw you understand the meaning of the word 'love', I know how you feel." And I know he feels the same way as you. ”

Roy turned his head sideways: "How so?" ”

"Don't take me for a fool, I'm a detective anyway, remember?" Gordon said, "After working together for so long, I still don't know you?" If it weren't for my daughter's request, the gods wouldn't have moved you to eat this meal, right? ”

This is true, and Roy did not refute it.

Gordon took another sip of his drink: "The only thing that strikes me is that you haven't developed to the point where you should be. ”

"It's complicated." Roy said.

"Nope." Barbara said, "It's not complicated at all. ”